Though the circumstances of it aren't at all, it's still a relief when John speaks, especially after having just been told by the vines that he's dead. Holding on to the hope that he won't be is more difficult than Lucy wants to admit, even more so for the fact that none of them being doctors and having no medical equipment, but then, she has no intention of just giving up. They'll keep him alive. They'll get out of here, a little worse for wear but in one piece. All of it will be okay, because it has to be, because after five fucking years, she's not going to let this place win this soon or this easily.
Holding her breath, fingers curled tight around Mathias' shirt, she does as she's told, pressing down on John's shoulder where the arrow was, silently grateful that she's never been too squeamish.
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Date: 2012-11-11 05:01 am (UTC)Holding her breath, fingers curled tight around Mathias' shirt, she does as she's told, pressing down on John's shoulder where the arrow was, silently grateful that she's never been too squeamish.